After she’d delivered her autobiography, he’d responded with a single word. Which was (ironically, to her) fascinating. It didn’t go misunderstood that she’d given him a lot to consider, but he’d been pretty chatty up to that point.
Beforehand, with Nathaniel’s own background check, she’d smiled. Her hand lightly swatted his left knee that had knocked her own when he revealed his academic bragging rights. “Something” told him to? Something was telling her to act as well. Eva felt compelled to visually devour the writings of her foremother. And something was urging her to maintain an uncomfortable amount of eye contact with Mr. Zale; perhaps cross-checking his spiritual references?
Suddenly he left. Not the room, but her close proximity. Upon his return, Zap had the uncanny sensation of the amethyst, but throughout all of her. Chalk dust flew and she was literally pulled to where this man she’d just met wanted her to be. And she had allowed it. Moments later, they were eye to eye once more and she was presented with a query suitable for Princess Jasmine. Did she? Fuck, she did. Her dark eyes felt a bit sparkly with tears and she gave a nod of consent. To help her pride at the sudden occurrence of emotional weakness, the welling tears were quickly covered by sparks of indigo lightning. Eva smirked to let him know she wouldn’t go down without a fight, but was willing to participate in his mystery solving method. Forge was gonna kick her ass straight to the last dab and back again…